We Give Thee but Thine Own

We give Thee but Thine own

Whate’er the gift may be;

All that we have is Thine alone

A trust

O Lord

from Thee.

May we Thy boun­ties thus

As stew­ards true re­ceive

And glad­ly

as Thou bless­est us

To Thee our first­fruits give.

O hearts are bruised and dead

And homes are bare and cold

And lambs for whom the Shep­herd bled

Are stray­ing from the fold.

To com­fort and to bless

To find a balm for woe

To tend the lone and fa­ther­less

Is an­gels’ work be­low.

The cap­tive to re­lease

To God the lost to bring

To teach the way of life and peace—

It is a Christ-like thing.

And we be­lieve Thy Word

Though dim our faith may be;

Whate’er for Thine we do

O Lord

We do it un­to Thee.